dream of divorce

The shining knife was handed to Qi Ming, Qi Ming was so frightened that he didn't move for a long time, all his anger and resentment were scared away by the knife in Duan Heng's hand.

"Qi Ming, let's do it." Duan Heng handed the handle of the knife to Qi Ming: "Now all those who have wronged you have received their due retribution, and I am the only one left."

"Are you crazy?" Qi Ming propped himself up on the bed and backed away.

It was just nonsense that was said by Duan Heng in a hurry, Qi Ming didn't intend to really kill him.

How willing.

"If killing me can make you feel better, I can die now." Duan Heng put the knife on his chest, and looked at Qi Ming seriously: "I can't change what happened, I can only try my best. Make you feel better. My death is the best compensation for you. Even if I don't die, you will feel better after this knife."

"Don't think I can't do it!" Qi Ming took the pillow from behind and threw it over: "I have no feelings for you."

"I know." Duan Heng took Qi Ming's hand and stuffed the knife into his hand: "Do it."

The cold knife in his hand made Qi Ming tremble unnaturally, the light reflected from the blade reflected Duan Heng's black coat, Qi Ming was panicked and hated.

Duan Heng is always pressing every step of the way, forcing people to make choices.

If this knife is not stabbed, it means that he still has feelings for Duan Heng, and he is still reluctant, which is exactly what Duan Heng wants.

But if you really do it, how can you do it?

"Duan Heng." Qi Ming squeezed the knife in his hand: "Why do you always force me, always pinpoint my weakness."

"I didn't force you." Duan Heng took a step forward and pressed against the mattress: "From the moment I knew how many injuries you have suffered, I have figured it out. The injury I have done to you can only be repaid with my life."

"I don't want you to pay it back, I just want nothing to do with the two!" Qi Ming raised his voice, scratching his hair irritably, his eyes gradually turned red.

Duan Heng stretched out his hand to touch Qi Ming's face, but retracted it halfway: "Don't cry, I see you crying now, my whole heart feels like it's been torn open."

"Why do you always do this?" The knife in Qi Ming's hand slowly hung down to the quilt, it was so fragile that it would break if dropped.

"Qi Ming, do it." Duan Heng pointed to his heart: "Towards here."

"Don't think I dare not!"

"You dare." Duan Heng held his hand, pointed the knife point at his heart: "Use this knife to end your hatred."

Qi Ming looked at Duan Heng, feeling scared and angry at the same time, he unconsciously pushed his hand forward, making an arc on Duan Heng's coat.

It was as if there was another self in Qi Ming's heart, and he stabbed frantically.

This is the father of the child and the last person who indirectly killed the child.

Damn him!

Duan Heng asked to kill him, so let's do it, so that all love and hatred will end from now on.In the future, no one will make myself sad, and no one will always force myself like this.

Qi Ming is in a mess, he can't understand anything, he just feels hate.He didn't know how he picked up the knife and pierced it. When Qi Ming reacted, the tip of the knife had already pierced Duan Heng's coat.

A little further forward, the flesh will be pierced, just a little further forward, and Duan Heng can be killed.

Duan Heng was killed.

Qi Ming shook violently, he could no longer hold the handle of the knife, and wanted to take it back.

Duan Heng regretted watching him move his hand, smiled and grabbed his hand, pulled it forward forcefully, and smiled lightly.

Qi Ming seemed to hear a stabbing sound, the sound of the knife piercing the flesh, and immediately felt the warm blood flow down the handle of the knife to his hand.

Qi Ming regained consciousness in an instant, and stopped his hand vigorously.

The dazzling red made Qi Ming slowly let go of the hand holding the knife, but Duan Heng held his hand to prevent him from moving, and still looked at him gently, as if he couldn't feel the pain.

The knife didn't stab very deep, but a lot of blood flowed out, Qi Ming's hand was stained red, the blood flowed from the elbow to the arm, soaking Qi Ming's clothes.

"You..." Duan Heng looked at his hands in a panic, his head dizzy for a while.

"What I owe you will never be repaid." Duan Heng said in a low voice, "This knife is considered to be repaid to you. I am very happy."

"Let go." Qi Ming said.

Duan Heng smiled and shook his head: "I finally took your hand, how can I let it go."

"You're crazy, let me go and go to the hospital!"

"Are you worried about me?" Duan Heng's face turned pale, he smiled weakly, and his eyes became more and more gentle.

The blood flowed more and more, Qi Ming was so flustered that he couldn't breathe, and he had to control himself not to shake, for fear that he might accidentally aggravate Duan Heng's injury.

"Let go." Qi Ming was about to cry, "Please."

Duan Heng saw that he was really in a hurry, so he let go.

His hands were covered in blood, Qi Ming didn't know how to make a phone call, so he looked left and right, so he rubbed his clothes twice, and picked up the phone from the bedside table.

After making the phone call, Qi Ming remembered that there was a medicine box at home, and there seemed to be medical cotton in it.

Qi Ming hurriedly ran out to find cotton and came in. He didn't dare to draw the knife, so he could only spread cotton swabs around Duan Heng's wound and let him hold it.

"Hold it down and don't move." Qi Ming was in a hurry, trying to remember how to deal with blood loss, but he couldn't remember anything.

"Don't worry." Duan Heng grabbed him, put him in his arms and said, "If I die, find someone who loves you and live the life you want most."

"Shut up!" Qi Ming stared at him: "Duan Heng, I didn't know before that you are such an extreme person."

"I'm not extreme, this is my choice after being wrong for so long. I don't intend to provoke you, nor do I want to exchange for it. I just want you to feel better. Even if you really kill me, I will I won't blame you for anything."

"Why do you do this?" Qi Ming leaned on Duan Heng's shoulder, let the blood stain his body, and his heart was completely lost.

"I love you." Duan Heng's voice became quieter, and then his body relaxed, and he fell forward on Qi Ming.

"Duan Heng." Qi Ming panicked even more, and put Duan Heng on the bed with all his strength, seeing his paper-pale face and blood all over his body, his heart was pierced like a knife.

"You did it on purpose." Qi Ming squatted down covering his face.

There is nothing to do now, but to wait for the ambulance, Qi Ming feels powerless.

Fortunately, the ambulance arrived very quickly, Qi Ming followed the car to the hospital, paid the bill, and waited at the door of the operating room.

He never thought that one day, Duan Heng might die by his own hands.

At this point, it's like everything has become ethereal and irrelevant.

The corridor of the operating room was very empty, Qi Ming leaned against the wall and stared at the lights in the operating room, only felt that the red lights were as red as Duan Heng's blood.

When the light turned green, Qi Ming didn't go up to meet him immediately, afraid of hearing what the doctor had to say.

"Patient's family." The nurse called out twice, and Qi Ming walked over dumbly: "I am."

"Are you his...?"

Seeing that Qi Ming was expressionless, the nurse had some doubts about Qi Ming's family relationship.

Qi Ming choked on the words for a long time before saying: "Spouse."

"Oh." The nurse looked at Qi Ming again: "The patient is fine, the wound is not too deep, and he can be sent to the ward immediately."

"Thank you."

After Qi Ming said this, his legs became weak, he leaned against the wall and squatted on the ground, holding his head, and it took a while before he stood up.